Her hand slipped limply to the ground, and tears streamed from her desperate eyes, making her appear as if she had aged twenty years in an instant.
The city lord stood beside her, his expression complicated, unsure of what to do, and could only glare angrily at Jiang Huaizhi.
Jiang Huaizhi completely ignored this anger and even mocked:
“Father, you are more cold-blooded than I imagined. You are indifferent to Jiang Huaisong becoming such a cripple. The City Lord’s Mansion has been raising Wuyou, who is not of Jiang family blood, for so many years, and you do not feel disgusted at all. I have personally created such a huge disaster, and you do not care at all. I really do not know what you care about. Apart from your reputation as the City Lord, is there really nothing else worth your concern?”
"Jiang Huaizhi, I am your father!"
"I'm not denying it, but at least your cold-bloodedness has indeed been passed down to me, otherwise, I wouldn't have done such a heinous thing."
Jiang Huaizhi's sarcasm greatly displeased the city lord.
But at this moment, he couldn't do anything to stop Jiang Huaizhi.
Jiang Huaizhi glanced at him, a hint of smugness in his eyes, and said:
"However, the face you've always valued so much may not be able to be maintained in the future. Even if the servants in the City Lord's Mansion obey your orders and keep quiet about what you said today, I will still have someone spread the news. It will definitely be the talk of the town in Qingfeng City, with people pointing fingers at the City Lord's Mansion. The City Lord's Mansion will surely become the talk of the town."
"Jiang Huaizhi! Are you out of your mind? Aren't you one of the City Lord's people? What good will it do you to make the City Lord's Mansion a laughing stock in the whole city?"
"There's no benefit to it, because I don't mind people talking about me behind my back. The only person who cares about that is you."
"You're insane! You're a complete madman!"
"Thanks to you, I really enjoy the feeling of going crazy."
The city lord was so angry that he pounded his chest and stamped his feet, his eyes red as if they were about to bleed.
But gradually, he could only sit weakly in the chair, looking at his wife beside him with exhaustion.
Now he finally understood why his wife had suddenly admitted her mistake and then suddenly showed weakness.
The Jiang Huaizhi before them was no longer the son they knew.
He ruthlessly sought revenge, just so he could enjoy their suffering today.
It must be said that Jianghuai has succeeded.
The city lord's mansion is now shrouded in darkness, turned upside down by his antics, and its former tranquility is gone forever.
"Huaizhi... what do you want after all you've done? Is it just to make us suffer?"
Jiang Huaizhi took a deep breath, then exhaled a breath of stale air, and calmly said:
"I find pleasure in seeing you suffer; isn't that enough?"
"Enough..." The city lord's voice was low, as if he was powerless to argue with him any longer: "You've succeeded, Huaizhi. Your father and mother have both realized their mistakes. Are you willing to stop now?"
"I will stop once you two have passed away."
Jiang Huaizhi's expression finally relaxed.
He reveled in their suffering, completely unaware that a change was about to occur.
Wuyou propped herself up on her upper body and sat half-sitting on the ground.
He looked toward the corner, his eyes filled with hatred.
Driven by hatred, he tiptoed slowly to his feet, panting heavily as he stealthily took an empty plate from the table.
In the blink of an eye, he slammed the plate in his hand heavily onto the ground.
The porcelain plate fell to the ground, and several broken pieces shattered into pieces.
He quickly picked up the broken pieces of porcelain and ran angrily to the corner.
"It's all because of you! Go to hell!"
He roared and ran quickly forward, the sharp shards pointing directly ahead.
Huaiyu's expression tightened, thinking that the danger would rush towards Gu Jiangli, so she tightly protected the pregnant Gu Jiangli behind her.
But Wuyou went berserk and rushed toward Nanyu.
Huaiyu realized what was happening, but it was too late.
The sound of a sharp object piercing flesh was a "ripping" sound.
Gu Jiangli's face turned pale, and then bright red blood dripped onto the ground.
The smell of blood made her gag, and her heart was in her throat.
Perhaps because of her pregnancy, her body kept becoming stiff uncontrollably when these unexpected things happened.
She realized that Wuyou's target was not her, but Nanyu, as he rushed over.
She should have shouted it out so that Nan Yu would get out of the way.
But at the moment it happened, she couldn't utter a single word. She could only watch helplessly as Wuyou ran towards her with a sharp weapon, unable to do anything about it.
"Young Master Nanyu, are you alright?" Lotus asked softly, trying to comfort him.
It was not Nan Yu who was injured, but the lotus flower.
Lotus's hand was still tightly gripping the porcelain shards that Wuyou had rushed up to. She had no time to worry about her own wounds; her first concern was for Nanyu, who was frightened.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Huaiyu stepped forward and kicked Wuyou in the stomach.
Without holding back, Wuyou flew out, her eyes rolled back, and she lost consciousness.
Nan Yu was indeed startled, but he quickly recovered.
He calmly lowered his eyes and shook his head: "I'm fine, Aunt Lotus, you're injured."
Despite the discomfort in her chest, Gu Jiangli tore off a corner of her own clothes without hesitation and used it to bandage Hehua.
She was really careless.
Fortunately, Lotus was there, otherwise Nan Yu might have really gotten hurt.
She should have been wary of Wuyou earlier, after all, this vicious child is capable of anything.
"Lotus, I'll take you to see Doctor An."
Lotus breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gently, "I'm fine. It's good that Young Master Nanyu is alright. This little injury will heal in a few days."
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